“Okay. I know. Lock all the doors and don’t let anyone in. See you later, Ty,” I said to my boyfriend. This has been our second year together. His grandfather past away last week, so his funeral is this week. When Tyler was a teenager, he ran away from his abusive step-father. His grandfather was the only one who made living there tolerable. Sadly, he had to fly back to England for his grandfather’s wake.
“My mum’s coming. Wish me lu-” A flash of lightning passed through the sky causing the phone to go dead. The rain began to pound at the ground louder and louder. There was a knock at the door. I went to open it and found a guy around my age looking at his feet. His hands were behind his back as if he was hiding something. All of his clothes were dripping wet along with his straight jet black hair. Before I could say anything, he went off.
“I am incredibly sorry. Amy forced herself on me and I tried to get her off of me, but she wouldn’t give up. I think she spiked my drink.” He had rushed his words. They were like a never ending flow of a waterfall. I tried to cut in, but he would not allow me to. “And I’m here to tell you that I love you and I don’t want to spend a waking moment without you,” he kneeled and then pulled out a ring. “Will you marry me?”
“I don’t think my boyfriend would appreciate that.”
“How could you do this to m-,” he looked up to see that it was me. His eyes were full of disappointment. His head drooped down.
“Are you looking for Clara?” I asked him.
“I thought she was going to leave tomorrow.” Another bolt of lightning struck.
“Here, come inside. It’s pouring,” I commanded.
“Who are you and how do you know Clare?” he asked as he stepped into the house.
“I believe that’s what I am supposed to ask you.”
“Luke. Her boyfri-.... ex-boyfriend,” he hesitated. “Now who are you?” He was dripping wet.
“Aria. She let me rent her house for a couple of weeks. Let me get you some towels,” I offered.
“I don’t need your help. I know this house like the back of my hand,” he snarled.
“Look, I know you miss Clara, but don’t take your anger out on others.” His icy blue eyes pierced through my brown eyes. Before I knew it, Luke started crying.
“I’m sorry, it’s just that. What happens if she finds someone else?”
“Clare seems to have her head on straight. That doesn’t look like it will happen. You can stay the night here if you want. The storm is only getting worst.”
“Do you know how long she is in London?”
“She said a month or two.”
“I really screwed up.” He put his head in his hands. “I wanted to propose to her ever since we met. I had the perfect opportunity, but one of her slutty friends came onto me. I was uncontrollably drunk and they looked like twins. I was fucking her and Clara walked in.”
“I know what you’re going through.”
“How the HELL do you know what I’m going through?!” he shouted as the sadness was replaced by anger.
“You know you aren’t the only person who has gone through some cheating shit!”
“I-I can’t.....I can’t bear to spend a minute away. She could be hooking up with someone at this moment of time!”
“Luke, you have to have some faith in her. She looked really sad when she moved out.”
“How can YOU be so positive?”
“My boyfriend is in England right now. For all I know he might be fucking another girl, but he isn’t that kind of person. Even if he was, I believe that he will keep me in the back of his mind if something like that happens. I trust him. You should try it sometime,” I suggested. Luke was a really hothead. I could see why Clara needed to run away from his suffocating grasp. “Just let Clara do what she wants! If she finds someone, you two weren’t meant to be! You are acting like a control freak! It’s life. Life is not all fluffy happiness!”
“You are a bitch,” he said as plainly as that. “What happened to you?”
“I don’t want to talk about it!”
“Fine by me,” he walked up the steps. “I’m taking a shower,” he hollered over the railing.
“Do what you want!” I shouted back. The phone began to ring again.